They were both minority groups, but the Giants' living conditions were worlds apart from those of the other races.
Just look at how many Giant Vice Admirals there were at Navy Headquarters, and the difference was obvious.
The Giant Kingdom's relationship with the World Government was not particularly bad, even though it was not even one of the Government's member nations.
In the end, it came down to a difference in strength. Who in this world would discriminate against the strongest country, the strongest race?
People would be too busy trying to win them over.
So naturally, bringing a nation like this into the Minority Tribe Alliance was not as easy as bringing in the previous races.
"Besides, the World Government has strong objections to this."
His Majesty the Giant King scratched his head in some distress.
"Just before you arrived, the World Government sent agents here."
Prince Loki walked over and said seriously, "They hoped Father would reject your invitation."
Tesoro sneered. "That was hardly unexpected."
Indeed.
If the Government had actually wanted to see such an alliance established, that would have been a miracle.
Even if all the world's minority races were added together, they would still be a minority compared to humanity's population. But they were still a force that absolutely could not be underestimated.
Tesoro felt a headache coming on. Convincing them did not seem like it would be easy.
"But I don't care what the Government thinks."
The Giant King's smile did not fade as he looked at Bright. "I just think I need a more compelling reason."
Tesoro looked at Bright.
Old friend, now it was time for that silver tongue of yours.
Bright slowly let out a breath.
Was persuading His Majesty the Giant King really that difficult?
He thought for a moment.